mannequin

 

Karma like a wheel -- 

the mannequin tells us

another story

 

 

Chrysler

 

shit-box Chrysler

T-Boned on Payne Avenue --

really miss that ride 

 

 

 

La Marseillaise July 2018

her perfect teeth
prominently on display
La Marseillaise

give or take

There are no trees, almost, no high points, just prairie, rolling and bending through time refracted in infinite distance. Another 1000 feet in altitude and you'd be lightheaded from just a peek at it. The mountains are only a day away, give or take, a white-knuckled, non-stop pedal to the metal drive. Journeys are an assault, not only a ride. There's no other way for it.

It's the sky that pulls you in, its immediacy and its size. And with the night, the prairie becomes an ocean, phosphorescence in the dew on the grain, to float suspended above the Earth, a trick of the light moving faster than safety allows. Until you realize, on such a scale, you're not moving at all. Times like those, you're tempted to just let go of the wheel.



that big rock
highest point around --
no cell signal again

Gaslyn (Wisconsin)

molecules of DNA



lengthening days




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The Sun Never Sets

A Place Where The Sun Never Sets __ cyber.monday

` Hell, No, It's Not For The Glory!

Last Man

My best friend Steve is a Vietnam vet. Bless his heart, he never broached the subject, nor did I until I’d known him for a few years. He did share some odd tales about the war with me then.

A natural story teller, he was witty, sardonic, with some hilarious punchlines thrown in. And, quite often, disturbingly surreal. He’d won a medal for stealing a jeep once … it’s a long story, I couldn’t tell it like he could.

We have a last man's club of sorts; one bottle Johnny Walker Black, one pair clean socks, a pack of Winstons – everything a guy needs, stuffed into a re-gifted wine box.

Someday, one of us will get to piss on the other's grave.



Dragon's Breath
the forest alight in flame,
red, green, orange, black!
laughing, a ghost beckons,
beautiful and serene








Two Years Gone By

500,000 Iraqi Children Die

Sonny Boy

4 o'clock in the morning -
Sonny Boy explains
the sound of the trains

Mercury Dimes

they weren't always
dollar stores, you know
Mercury dimes


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traffic circle

a fine garden
in the traffic circle
once more around




(march 2009 world haiku review)

east county line

east county line
a whitetail doe
becomes a tree

riders

riders on a platform
drawn by the busker's voice -
distant trains